In praise of all things ordinary...
When so much of the news is about all that is not normal, not desirable, and not good for us, today I need to revel in all that is so wonderfully ordinary, beautiful, and oh so very good for me, body and soul. Here's my August cornucopia of ordinary:
Comet Swift-Tuttle brings us the Perseids every year at this time.
Last night I scanned the midnight sky and was rewarded with two falling stars. Looking up at that vast expanse of darkness decorated by so many twinkling lights of stars and galaxies, somehow I was reassured that all was well. It was nothing short of awesome.
Closer to earth and during the day, the birds, bees and their kin, and stick insect go about their business without missing a beat.
I've been fascinated by a stick insect that visits the daylilies and tomato plants.
The gladiolus - a bloom filled with so many warm memories of my grandmother. The lilies too open warmly to the world.
And then there's the fruit and vegetables arriving from farmland Ontario. Niagara peaches and nectarines, wild blueberries from up north, all jammed and canned to warm the palate in winter.
And I cannot forget that quintessential August treat - corn on the cob boiled or grilled but always dripping with butter.
All of these delights are nothing more than the usual harvest of ordinary August, but this year it feels like so much more. It is like an extraordinary waterfall washing away all worry and angst, leaving one refreshed, renewed, and ready to enter the world, mask and all.
There is plenty to enjoy and celebrate.
Stay safe. Stay sane.
And get extra butter!
©2020 April Hoeller
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